"Lin Feng," I knew exactly what I was talking about. Scenes of his deep concern for me and the unbreakable tenderness in his eyes flashed before my eyes, as well as his hand gently rubbing my head. "If dependence means liking, I think I like you." Regarding his confession at the end of summer two years ago, I think I gave him a good reply, "But I can't have that kind of boyfriend-girlfriend relationship with you. I am very immature about feelings and will hurt you." The wind in the late summer evening was very refreshing, and the afterglow of the setting sun in the west left half of his blushing smile. He turned his head and looked at me, and I gave him a big smile. I told him what I had been holding in my heart, and I felt a sense of relief. "We are still young." I sighed helplessly, not just because of my age.
He smiled, his eyes curved like crescent moons, and he looked at me without blinking, "That's great," he said. It was the first time I saw him smile so childishly, "In this case, it's worth waiting another ten years." Since you like me too, then I'll keep waiting, because you are worth my wait. "I'll wait until we grow up." He gently held my hand, and his slightly cool palm pulled me forward slowly. The shadows on the ground pulled us very long, one tall and one short, side by side. I held my hand tightly and said, "Okay."